We grow faster than you could even imagine, generating black-barked skyscrapers with sweet flowers and fruit so beautiful they can kill. Our youth’s sharp thorns tear skin, our seeds are our weapon. Our fire burns long - in fact we almost like to be burnt because it makes us stronger. If instead of fighting us you work with us, we will share that strength with you.

You might think that we are speaking metaphorically. We are trees, we know no metaphors. There is only one thing we know: life. And we want to live.